Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Here's an interesting little oddity; a post from a Detroit blogger about the desolate "zoo" on Belle Isle, a vacant monument to the greed and corruption of former Mayor Kilpatrick's Boss Tweed Period.

I admit to being seduced by the title: "Where the Wild Things Aren't".

But also because I have a long-standing hate-hate relationship with zoos.

I was never a particularly zoo-ey child. My only real - and fondest - memory of the old Brookfield Zoo in Chicago (the first I was old enough to visit and recall anything of the occasion as well as where I spent my life from fifth grade through high school, i.e. prime zoo-going yers) was watching a baboon take a break from masturbating (hobby, pastime and preoccupation of the savagely bored male primate) to scoop up a fresh handful of used Monkey Chow and nail a capering high school mouthbreather right in the neck as a tribute to the hairless ape's baboon imitation. At seven the pure ThreeStoogian elegance, the primal sophistication of the poop-flinging baboon entranced me, and baboons in general have remained a special favorite of mine as a result.By the time I was old enough to really see the animals as more than live-action kids' story figures I was also savvy enough to interpret the many sad pathologies of zoo animal behavior; the pacing, weaving, obsessive grooming, and self-mutilating as strong indications that the supposedly heartwarmingly child-friendly zoo was just a goddam prison for many of the animals there.
(Curious sidebar: several years ago I read two short books by someone called Elizabeth Marshall Thomas, one on the social behavior of dogs, the other on similar activities among cats. These were more aimed at pet owners than zoo animal fanciers, but Thomas' interest in cats was heavily slanted towards lions and tigers. One thing she had researched, and noted in her book, was the behaviors of zoo cats versus circus cats. She observed that, for all the horror and obloquy directed at circus cat-trainers and cat handlers, the circus cats generally appeared much less stressed, displayed MUCH less disturbed behavior such as pacing and swaying than the zoo cats. Her conclusion? That despite the tiny cages and lack of "natural habitat" the circus cats had a more interesting life. They interacted with each other and with the circus people. They had jobs; they were working stiffs, they had a point to their lives. The zoo cats were convicts; idle, closely confined, unoccupied prisoners and typically bored out of their skulls.)
Now I have a little boy who loves the zoo. Not for the animals, really, the train and the sandbox and the treats are the real magilla - but the animals are an inseparable part of the full meal deal. He has no idea that I think the zoo is an animal prison, and I don't want to be the one to tell him.

So I grimace at the tiger, numbly pacing its cage, as we race by on the way to ride Old Smokey the train. Sorry, pal, maybe the governor'll spring yez soon. Maybe youse need to see Da Warden.

Maybe you should try flinging a big ol' tiger poop at the dummy in the plaid shorts making roaring sounds at you from over by the popcorn trolley.

It seemed to work for the baboon.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

A Man For All Treasons

I've been thinking about the soon-to-be gone loyal Bushies and, in particular, the heart of darkness

that beats at the center of the treasonous lawbreaking that has distinguished this felonious administration.

And I realized that as I thought of him, and it, that I was thinking also of this:As always, Robert Bolt's delectible words cut right to the heartwood. The laws around us are not there for the protection of "terrorists", or felons, or evildoers, or devils. These beings have arms and ruthlessness and hate and their own selfishness to protect them.

The laws are there for us, you and me, the clueless, nameless little nobodies caught up in a Kakfa story or a Beckett play, helpless before power and force and a conviction of righteousness.

And isn't Paul Scofield wonderful?

Withered Summer Grass

Fascinating find in central Germany for a history buff like me: the remains of an 1800-year-old engagement between what was probably a Roman vexilia and German tribesmen.German versus Roman isn't exactly front-page news. But this find stretches our understanding of the disarranged time during the Third Century AD when the Roman Empire struggled through external pressure and internal chaos. Conventional historical wisdom long concluded that by the 3rd Century the Roman imperial frontier had coalesced along the Rhine and the Danube, largely abandoning the German interior to the local tribes as well as repeated invaders from the East.But just as we struggle with political senesence and financial desuetude at home and geopolitical incompetence abroad and yet manage to sortie the imperial legions into the barbaricum, the post-Severian Roman Empire was still making punitive forays into the heathen parts.The lonely cluster of scorpio bolts and standard bits are a tactile reminder that while military power is a strong foundation, it cannot prevent the collapse of a society too complacent, too wealthy, too corrupt and too divided to stand. Sometimes withered summer grass is all that truly remains of the dreams of the warriors.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

U bent een slechte persoon

1. You've been a really bad parent.2. Your child realizes even at a tender age that as a Feyenoord supporter you can't tell an Ajax fan anything other than through simple gestures and grunts.

3. Your little boy lives by the motto: "Geen woorden, geen daden, maar de vinger"

Bringing Teh Funny

You've met my little darlin', Missy. And she's so damn cute it makes your eyes water.But how about TWO little identical cuties?

So I give you Ro and Ree of "Do They Have Salsa In China". Here's one of their funniest offerings yet: "the crazy spinning teetertotter".These guys are kind of a legend in the online China adoption community. It doesn't hurt that Mia-Mary (Mom) is a good writer and makes the posts fun and absorbing - if you check the blog out make sure to scroll down and read the story of Christmas and the TubaNuts. Ass-laugh-off funny.

But mostly it's just two really cute little girls. And, after all...Maurice, you dirty old man, you. Think stuff like that about MY little girl and I'll feed you your topper.

A Game of Thrones

My battle buddy Ranger over at RangerAgainstWar has a thoughtful and poignant post here which contains a long quote from a father whose anguished search for meaning in his son's death in Iraq has led him on a Diogenesian search for truth about wars and the rumors of wars in southwest Asia.Those of you who read this blog - and since I don't keep stats I have no idea if I am only standing on a deserted rock shouting inanities into the wind - know my conviction that the discussion of military and, even more, geopolitical strategies are the only discussions of real value to the citizens of a republic, which is what the United States still publicly contends to be. I took down the link to Abu Muquwama, for example, because of the endless technical and tactical onanism that goes on there. With apologies to Ranger, we cannot really influence whether or not the Air Force is going to procure F-22s or F-35s, or whether the USMC wants MRAPs or Humvees. What we can - and should - influence is whether our armed force is out beating the hustings for Muslim villagers in pursuit of a fading imperial dream of thrones and dominations. Whether we are spending our tax dollars on guns or butter, and, if guns, where those guns are used.Because the where dictates the how. If you're going to send your armies out to hunt and kill the internal enemies of foreign nations (i.e., "counterinsurgency") then you are tacitly accepting the very high probability that your soldiers will be mixed into the killing of women and children and innocent men, torture, "disappearances", the misery of the refugees and the suffering of the weak. Because that is what "counterinsurgency" often is, especially in places where the rule of law is weak and the veneer of civilization is thin. For example, I can't imagine a more loathesome gang of criminals than the "Liberation Tigers of Tamil Elam" (LTTE) that have tormented the unhappy isle of Sri Lanka for generations. If any group deserves the condemnation "Terrorist" so glibly tossed away by the Loyal Bushies it is the LTTE. And yet the bloody fight between Tamil separatists and Sinhalese majority is more than just mindless savagery; the Tamils had their own reasons to rebel, and they thought - much as our "Founding Fathers" thought - that those reasons were good ones.So what lept out of Ranger's post was the conclusion to the bereft father's piece:
"Equipment is not a strategy.
Tactics are not a strategy.
We have no strategy.
That in a nutshell is the problem."
This seems to be a Middle East policy theme that is echoed by the incoming Obamaites; "it's not the WAR that's in trouble...it's the STRATEGY!" Which is a comforting thought, since if you're not in a hopeless war, just down a mistaken strategic cul-de-sac you can turn around or back out and drive on to Glorious Victoreeeeee!But the cynical old sergeant thought I had was, and is:

"If we HAD a strategy, what the fuck could it be?"

We're fighting ideas: the ideas that Islam is for Muslims, the idea that Western notions of education, equal justice under law, nationalism, separation of church and state are evil and wrong. The idea that there should be a Jewish state on the eastern end of the Mediterranean. The idea that it's OK for Western and foreign powers to occupy and rule and state-build in Islamic states if the Westerners really, REALLY have the best interests of the Muslims living there in mind.

How do you invent a "strategy" that convinces hardcore Islamic fundamentalists that all the above are good things?

These people may be tribesmen living in the 10th Century but they're not fools. Building them dams, schools and madrassis - if you're building these things to "buy" their loyalty - will work about as well as you'd think it would. How well did the bridges, roads and schools the British built in the American colonies work to keep the colonists loyal to the British crown, back in the day?ISTM that the problem here isn't that we have no strategy, but that any "strategy" that is designed to further American political influence on the peoples, "states" and non-state actors in the Middle East and southwest Asia is designed to run up against the fact that their interests and our interests are not similar and, in many cases, are hostile. It's not that they hate our freedoms. Rather, they hate our official embrace of Zionist Israel, they hate our ignorance of and dismissal of their old ways, from arranged marriage to purdah to tribal heirarchy. Their ways may be bad ways, but they are their own. Imagine how you'd feel if some powerfully armed foreigner barged into your home and told you that you had to throw away all your "Rush" CDs and burn your DVD copy of "Runaway Bride"? If you had any spine at all you'd fight, even if you knew you had no hope of victory.

So the only way such a "strategy" can be successfully accomplished is by bloodyhanded conquest. In which many more young men, like the grieving father's son, will have to die. And while I'm willing to accept that there are arguments in favor of such a strategy, it is not one that appeals to me. My America is the one that rebelled against foreign rule, not the one that seeks to impose it.

I wish I had a more lighthearted and happy assessment, but I don't. War is all hell, as Bill Sherman said, and you cannot refine it.The only way to "win" this game of central Asian empires is not to play.

(h/t to Ranger; this post is an expansion of a comment there, and to George R. R. Martin, from whose monumental - and enjoyable, read it if you enjoy the "disheroic fantasy" genre - "Song of Fire and Ice" series I stole the title of the first volume to entitle this post, Ta.)

Thursday, January 01, 2009

The Return of Politics, or...

"The Stupidity of a Sentimental Foreign Policy".

So the Israelis and the Palestinian Arabs are at it again, doing what they do best; battering the snot out of each other. Mind you, it's not exactly the Battle of the Bulge, or Soviets against Nazis at Kursk. This is more like a couple of big-ass Castro Street drag queens squaring off.

Lots of slapping and hair-pulling and screeching. A couple of busted press-on nails. Scratches and even a bite or three.

But both combatants will walk - or strut - or swish - away. In fact, both sides are getting exactly what they want out of this. Hamas gets cred for being the baddest Koran-wallopers in the southeastern Levant, cocking a snook at the Big Evil Jewish Entity and knee-walking away. Israel's government, suffering from a bad case of Little Man's Disease, gets to hang some Arab skins on the kibbutz barn and look all badass, too.

Of course, a couple of hundred women, kids, cripples, old people, house pets and the odd combatant have been rendered into bloody rags, but, hell, you can't make a religious state omlette without breaking some infidel eggs, right? And besides, if they didn't want to be killed, why were they born there?No, as far as this old soldier is concerned, getting worked up about Jews and Arabs fighting over the craptacular Palestinian desert is like staying up nights worrying about whether your kid is masturbating. So what? There's clean sheets in the cupboard, they pretty much do it because they enjoy it, and it's gonna happen whether you stress about it or not.

What DOES bug me is the degree to which my country is all bollixed up by our connections to this moronic catfight. First, the required disclaimer: I find Hamas as loathesome as any of these "built with bloody hands" former guerilla-group governments. They rank right up there with Sinn Fein, with the Tamil Tigers, as a bunch of people I wouldn't invite to my daughter's quinceanera party. But, then again, my country doesn't fund or otherwise support them.Israel is a different plate of matzo altogether. The U.S. foreign policy is fucked up like a football bat where Israel is concerned, and I can't help but get exasperated enough at times like these to point it out.Specifically:

1. Israel is a geopolitically and strategically useless "ally" for the U.S. to get all sweaty about*. Maybe not as useless as Andorra or the Grenadines, but more useless than Panama or South Africa. All the U.S. needs out of the southeastern Mediterranean is:
a. Passage through Suez choke-point. That's an Egypt deal - Israel can't do anything but bugger it up, and
b. A relative lack of conflict, or some semblance of stability in the region. Between Israel and their Arab neighbors we haven't had that for sixty years.
Israel is a nice little Western-like democracy in a place where democracy and Westernism are rare. That in itself makes Israel pleasant, like a fluffy pussycat. But when you add in all the fights, the prickly disposition and the tendency to urinate all over to mark it's territory...this kitty bites. How about a nice goldfish instead?2. As detailed above, the U.S. doesn't "need" Israel for anything. Their appeal and the reason we consider them an "ally" is purely sentimental. We "like" them because they're American-looking, they're modern and Western. We think they look like "us" (instead of the Arabs, who look like "them"). Well. Sentiment is a bad master for policy, or most of anything else outside of love and marriage, for that matter.3. Our reflexive support of Israel, on the other hand, invariably costs us with the Arab states and stateless organizations in the Middle East. Costs us militarily, costs us polically, costs us economically. There is no real reason that the U.S. needs to be an active enemy of the Arab states. We need petroleum, which is fungible and will be sold to the highest bidder - us, if that's the case. And we need passage through several geostrategic choke points dominated by Islamic nations: the Strait of Tiran, and the Sunda Strait, and the Red Sea.That's all.

Beyond that, we should be able to let the Arab nations go their own way. If they want alliance we can ally with them, if it's in our interests. If they harm or otherwise attack us, as the Afghans did (or let happen) in 2001, or the Libyans did in 1805, then we can fight them. But there is no real fundamental reason we need to be in a state of permanent low-level war with them.

And that's it. We have no reason to subsidize, arm or otherwise bankroll the Israelis. And by doing so it makes them our cat in this idiotic catfight.
*(And I don't even want to go into the whole issue of Israel's "right" to exist, who "owns" the land between the Jordan and the Med, and why Israel is even there to begin with. I'm reading something called "A Peace To End All Peace" and the take-away lesson is the appalling combination of ignorance, hubris, racism, greed, bad faith, and stupiditythat it took between the Brits, French, Ottomans, Jews and Arabs to arrive at a Jewish state in the Levant in 1948. Israel, IMO, has exactly the same "right" that the Palestinian Arabs have: the right to whatever they can claw out with their hands and brains. We and the Brits were idiots to encourage the early Zionists to continue to filibuster Palestine. If we wanted to give the Jews a state we already had one bunker for religious nuts in Utah, so, what, Nevada was too good for them? And the Brits had no business giving Palestine to anyone; it wasn't theirs to begin with. But once on the ground, the Jews fought and fought well.A little too well. Now they're stuck with a bunch of territory they can't digest and won't spit out. If we and they were honest the alternatives would be simple. They can genocide the Arabs and take the land, daring all comers to compare them with the great monsters of the past - become the Mongols of the 21st Century. Or they can retreat to the 1967 Green Line borders, fort up and wait for the Arabs to get bored. Or fight each other. Or find a Saladin who will unite them and drive the Jews into the sea. Or reach a modus vivendi with them.

Whatever. That's their - and SHOULD be their - problem. In my studied opinion, the U.S. should have no more intimate association with Israel than we have with any other geopolitically useless state, than we do with Paraguay or Tonga or Sikkim.)
And yet, here we are, again, watching the two screaming nancies battle it out to be Queen Bitch of the Arid Dunghill of the Levant. And cringe at the bloodyhanded insanity. And turn our heads and pretend we didn't see, or that once again we end up looking like the hulking brother of the little bully with all that implies for our standing in the wider world opinion. And wonder, again, what bad cess we will receive as a result of it.

Update 1/3: Here's Glenn Greenwald pointing out the freakish effect this stuff has on American politics:
"Ultimately, what is most notable about the "debate" in the U.S. over Israel-Gaza is that virtually all of it occurs from the perspective of Israeli interests but almost none of it is conducted from the perspective of American interests. American opinion-making elites march forward to opine on the historical rights and wrongs of the endless Israeli-Palestinian territorial conflict with such fervor and fixation that it's often easy to forget that the U.S. is not actually a direct party to this dispute." (emphasis mine)
This is bad - bad for Israel, bad for the Arab states, and especially bad for the U.S. It is very probable that there is no solution for Israel's troubles with its neighbors other than the Roman, Norman or Mongol one - to exterminate the brutes. But this is NOT a requirement for the U.S., and to be a party to it will make us a byword and a hissing in the non-Jewish parts of southwest Asia for generations. We should really be thinking about this, and the way the U.S. government works we are not.

And that's not a good thing.

Update 1/5: Here's a good example of the "debate" regarding the U.S./Israel relationship over at National Journal. It's worth looking at all five essayists' responses. Note that, of the five, the one who has actual experience dealing with Israel, COL Patrick Lang (of the blog Sic Semper Tyrannis), is the most scathing. No, he says, Israel is an essentially worthless, sentimental choice by the U.S. And the most hypertrophic Israel partisan? The usual Heritage foundation hack (in this case, Jim Carafano). Of the remaining three, Bruce Hoffman of Georgetown pens an utterly useless capriole of nonsense about how Israel is so cool and democratic and its intelligence service is SO awesome (this, mind you, right below Lang's essay - and Lang worked in military intel - where Lang says that Israeli intel ain't all that) and gosh, the Israelis are SO like us. Dov Zakheim shows why the Bush Defense Department was such a fucking disaster by making his point that U.S. support for Israel shows our "commitment", and besides, Iran! Booga! Booga! Scary! And Mike Scheuer tells the Israelis to go piss up a rope.

Honestly. It'd make you cry if it didn't make you weep...

Update 1/7: In the comments section Lisa asked about John Bolton's "Three State Solution". I made some offhand comments about how this canard gets thrown up by the usual wingnuts every time the Jews and Arabs start bashing each other and some of the reasons it doesn't work. Well, here's Marc Lynch doing a MUCH better job of explaining why John Bolton is, fundamentally, a tool. Oh, and while we're on the subject: here's Lynch reporting a disturbing meeting with Israel's U.S. Ambassador where Meridor comes as close to actually admitting that Israel has no clue what the long-term plan for Gaza is as he can without actually saying so. Ezra Klein chimes in with an assessment that either a) Meridor is talking fact and the Israelis HAVE no actual strategy, or b) Meridor is talking smack because their strategy is so nasty (killing Arabs until the Arabs give up in horror) or so skeevy (killing Arabs to boost Kadima at the ballot box, or to make Israelis feel better about themselves after the Lebanon debacle in 2006) that, in the words of Jack Nicholson, "we can't handle the truth!"

Either way, this is starting to look ever more lame.